Chico heard,
Groucho kept quiet.
I was there
when Harpo noticed... Something.
As strong as a feeling...
Vain promises...
Chaste revenge.
Now I remember the rage and the tears.
And a gunshot to the wind was heard,
as blind as a oath...
Who was it? Who killed her?
What did they want to end?
Who was it? Who killed her?
What are they trying to hide?
Was it me? No... You... it's too late now!
I could tell... Testify.
I didn't talk,
little by little I forgot.
Passion is a red dart flower.
That torment was change in life.
Who was it? Who killed her?
What did they try to end?
Who was it? Who killed her?
What did they want to hide?
Was it me? No... You... it's too late now!
Who was it? Who killed her?
What did they try to end?
Who was it? Who killed her?
What did they want to hide?
Was it me? No... You... it's too late now!
Who was it? Who killed her?
Was it me? No... You... it's too late now!
Who was it? Who killed her?